Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Geoffrey's earlier seriousness faded away, replaced by fatherly warmth. His words brought Yvonne a little comfort.

"Dad, I understand."

"That's good. I'm really happy you came to have dinner with me tonight. I've asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite dishes."

He didn't want Yvonne to discover that Sydney was there. However, Sydney was so exhausted from his torment that she wouldn't wake up, not even if thunder struck.

After Yvonne finished eating with him, she would leave. At that point, he would return to his room and continue sleeping with Sydney.

"Thank you, Dad." Yvonne smiled. "Dad, no matter what happens, remember that we're family and I'll always be your daughter. Even though you and Mom divorced, I know there must have been no way to continue living together, which is why you made that choice. The divorce is good for both of you. As your daughter, I just want you both to be happy. If one day you meet someone who can make you happy, you must tell me. I will support you."

Geoffrey smiled, gratified. "That's my girl! Don't worry. If that day ever comes, I'll tell you. And no matter what, your mother will always hold an important place in my heart. She's a good woman." Though that place had nothing to do with love.

Geoffrey had only ever loved one woman in his life. His feelings had never changed.

As for Xyla, what he felt most for her was guilt. Though he was selfish, cold, and ruthless, he was still human.

many things hidden. Even after the

toward her,

wanted was his love, and that was something he couldn't give

her. But in the end, Xyla couldn't take it

to Yvonne, as his

shared a meal with Geoffrey, and the father and daughter chatted and laughed. It had been a long, long time since

had. Her father had always been serious and rarely involved in her life, but tonight, the

on his daughter, rather than the high-and-mighty chairman. They

the restroom. I'll be back soon

his

of the dining

staircase, she glanced upward and, seeing no

bedroom door, she pressed her ear against it. Then, cautiously, she gripped the doorknob and quietly opened a crack. She peeked inside. On the bed lay a woman curled on her side, with her back to

felt like a bolt of lightning had struck

down, and her shoulder was exposed,

woman. Who is